Chapter 6
Janine answered the knock at her door. Through the peephole, she saw a cute man in uniform with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes. He physically stirred her. Without thinking twice, she opened the door. Normally, it wasn't her practice to invite strangers in her home, but his good looks came like thunderclap. "May I help you?"
He flashed her a winning smile. "There's been a number of complaints received on this floor regarding telephone service. May I check your lines?"
Her tits jutted out at him. Her curving lips scarcely hid her purr. "I don't recall experiencing trouble dialing out, nor receiving calls."
"Perhaps the problem is intermittent. I would appreciate the opportunity to fully investigate it."
His arresting virility pressed her hot button. She could scarcely resist that rugged masculinity. "The main office didn't notify us about phone repair."
"It's possible he couldn't get through, due to a faulty connection. I promise not to consume too much of your time."
Janine's gut instinct was to politely decline. Vanessa had stepped out for a few hours, leaving her alone to guard the fort. The worker smacked of sex appeal—overturning her intuition. "All right. Don't be too long. I have to leave in twenty minutes."
"It shouldn't be anywhere near that."
His smile charmed her. Janine considered the build on him. The shirt and navy blue pants hardly disguised his muscular shape. He seriously devoted himself to physical fitness. The small, tight buttocks drew her breath. Mmmmm, she mused, a man in every sense of the word. She entertained a fantasy of getting naked with him and letting the sparks fly.
Jon Monroe suppressed his amusement. The F.U.R. agent admitted him with virtually no reservation. He attributed her hassle-free attitude to blatant sexual magnetism. The girl wanted to jump his bones and made that plain.
He scanned the area for those devices. Vanessa had stored them shortly before leaving the premises. His surveillance had been limited to a window view. She walked out of his line of vision, leaving him to calculate their hiding place. He wanted to take one for study. He also wished to plant a bug so he could hear what they were saying. An accomplished lip reader, Jon knew of that art's restrictions.
Janine drifted into the background, ostensibly preparing for her departure. Jon made a ceremony of examining the various phone jacks. His eye probed the apartment's layout. He mapped most of it by telescope, but now had a much better idea of its design.
He entered Janine's room, where she and Vanessa had scattered those gizmos across the bed. She had two dressers and a walk-in closet. While pretending to check the jack by the night stand, he surreptitiously opened its drawer. Not a single apparatus was among its contents.
"Is this what you're looking for?" Janine inquired, appearing at the door.
Jon saw the vibrator in her hand—the one which B.O.N.E. had informed him of. Ordinary in appearance, it discharged a lethal dose of electricity. He could not hide his surprise.
Janine lunged at him with it. Swiftly, he avoided its touch.
"You're lucky," she said. "One tap, and you would have been out like a light."
"How did you—"
"I contacted the office of the building with my cellular phone. There have been no outages. Obviously, you're an impostor." She took a step toward him. "Identify yourself, or I'll have you counting sheep for the next two hours."
Jon realized she was far more astute than he had originally given her credit. She was, by no stretch, a witless female. The gorgeous face and big tits camouflaged a true predator. "There's no need for violence." Dipping into his pocket, his hand closed around a metal disc. "I'll cooperate."
Janine spotted the flash of metal. She aimed the tip of the vibrator, preparing to zap him. "What is that in your hand?"
Having eagle-vision, she forced him to act quickly. He sprang at her, seizing the wrist that held the vibrator. Twisting, Janine tried shocking him. She proved uncommonly limber. Jon carefully avoided the vibrator. With a surge of strength, he dragged Janine against him. She struggled in his clutches, pelting his crotch with her ass. The girl, he determined, was a little hellcat when provoked.
"You're with B.O.N.E.," she snarled, trying to wriggle free. His might was incontestable. His brutal grip caused her to drop the vibrator. She whimpered as she watched it fall.
"Smart girl." He brought the disc to her forehead. The second the metal cleaved to her skin, Janine lost her steam.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
Janine went limp in his arms. He assumed she fainted. Given the initial shock the disc had on the nervous system, he would appreciate her response.
Janine, though sapped of energy, was quite conscious. He lowered her voluptuous body onto the bed. She descended into that sweat-drenched delirium. Beads of perspiration coursed from her brow. The disc held fast to her damp forehead. Indistinct words bubbled from her throat. Her beautiful face lined with tension as the disc took command of her mind.
Jon prepared to drill her with questions about F.U.R. and its operation. The sight of her sexy body writhing across the sheets stirred him. During their scuffle, her outfit had ripped. Her right nipple was exposed. He sat next to her, examining those rounded breasts that tapered to her tiny waist and flat pelvis. Her long, tanned legs whetted his appetite. He took into account their slender shape.
Janine was oblivious to his study. The disc consigned her to that dark, sweaty realm. Her head rolled from left to right with eyes closed. She slurred every word during the disc's adjustment period.
"Tell me about Vanessa Storm," he quietly ordered. "How long have you known her?"
Janine responded in a machinelike voice. "Five years."
He recalled their playful scene. The lens of his telescope fogged from intense observation. "Does she only like women?"
"No. Sexually, Vanessa is quite open—a free spirit."
Jon's mouth watered at Janine's bared nipple. The pink stub captured his imagination. Unable to squelch the impulse, he stroked it. He rotated his thumb over its delectable point. "What does she like in a man?"
"Confidence, courage and an affinity for experimentation. She specifically enjoys men comfortable in their masculinity who are willing to explore various avenues of pleasure."
His cock grew inside his pants. Its lengthening twitch clenched his teeth. "Is she aggressive in bed?"
"Yes. She likes to take charge."
"Has she ever handcuffed her men?"
"She's done that. She's worn them, too."
His pants tightened at his crotch. He glanced down at his strained front. He was totally swollen. "Does she take it in the ass?"
"She loves it."
Jon removed the disc from Janine. He'd heard enough. His dick was so hard, it hurt.
Janine's awareness was restored. Those blue eyes, filled with lust, peered at him. She breathed deeply, her lips seductively moving. He found no sign of reproach. The disc erased the trauma she underwent. After performing its scrubbing process, only one's erotic instincts were left intact. The desire for sex was radically enhanced.
For Janine, the fog was lifted and a sexy man awaited. Natural instinct took over. She groped his hard-on. Jon was massive, bulging through his pants. She caressed its thrilling shape.
He gasped at her silky touch. Her fingers disbursed electricity. He pictured Vanessa affected by Janine's exhilarating fondle. Vanessa's cunt had been in that luscious mouth. Vanessa spasmed against her soft flesh. Those images were engraved in memory.
He huddled closer to her palatable body. His large hand encompassed the small of her back. He traveled to her delicious ass, palming her cheek.
Janine moaned at his squeeze. Excitement spiraled through her. Her legs separated. The hem of her short skirt rose, revealing French-cut panties. Blonde wisps curled around the front panel.
He snuck a thumb behind that border. The texture of her velvet skin prickled his senses. Her pubes were damp and fragrant. The sappy edge of her cunt yielded to his pressure.
Janine moaned. Her eyes slowly shut, her lips glistening. A flash of white teeth followed, succeeded by a rush of air.
He twisted himself into her juicy clutch. His finger sank into hot, clinging squish. He pumped that snatch, observing her joyful expression. He appreciated a woman's visible love of getting fingered.
She bumped him with her tits. Those ample globes pressed into his chest. She scraped him with her distended nipples.
He explored her curvaceous body. His hands streamed over her warm, wanting flesh. He alternately groped her ass while fingering her soaked cunt. The moist pussy readily absorbed his digit. He probed her spongy folds.
"Yeah," she sobbed, arching her back. She volunteered him every inch of her delectable body.
Her weak squeals and animation affected him. He took her hand and clamped it to his bulging equipment. Those fingers did not desert him. She clung tenaciously to its imposing shape.
He gestured to his throbbing burden. "Do you want it?"
Janine emphatically nodded. Her heart pounded. The itch deep within her pussy could only be satisfied by someone of extraordinary length. She contemplated the joy within her reach. "Very much."
His fingers sifted through her drenched layers. There wasn't the least resistance to his leisurely probe. "I want you, too."
Janine lazily unzipped his pants and removed his underwear-stretching cock. The size of it made her tighten. Stroking that shaft from its heavy trunk to the tapered head, she shivered. Her fingers could not encompass its width. His awesome dimensions dwarfed her fist.
"Do you like my cock?" he asked in a low, penetrating voice.
"Yes."
His finger eased from her juicy snatch. His sticky digit carried her honeyed scent. It drove him wild. Unbuttoning his shirt, he bared his chest. It drove him wild. Unbuttoning his shirt, he bared his chest. Its exhibition banished her drowsy look.
Its muscular definition quickened her heartbeat. Murmuring her approval, she stripped off her clothes. She wanted no barriers between her skin and his. Her panties whisked down her trim thighs. She got rid of her dress, flinging it to the side. Her frustration mounted while she beckoned him.
Jon longed for those big tits to serve as his cushion. He pulled off his pants, then climbed over that magnificent body. Her tanned thighs swung widely apart. The smell of her hot pussy titillated him. He considered eating her, then curbed the impulse. Groping her mound, he sampled her soft, spongy warmth.
"Ohhh," she whimpered, her head heaving from side to side. "Ohhhh."
Her enlarged, pink nipples glared at him— each aching to be sucked. He filled his mouth with one. He enjoyed its beat against his tongue. He sucked it while she twisted beneath him. She moved like fire, eager to be stuck by his big cock.
Vanessa's gorgeous face dominated his mind. He kept thinking about that ravishing creature and how she tormented him. He yearned to be with her—not a substitute.
Slowly, he rolled off Janine. He was fooling himself. His dick jerked at the prospect of sliding into Vanessa. He ached for her juicy embrace.
Janine lowered her gaze to the purplish head. The cum slit opened to emit a creamy pearl. Unable to contain the notion, she bent before him to clean it with her tongue. That preliminary drop instantly dissolved.
Jon, taken aback by her sly maneuver, knew he had to finish with her. He couldn't leave that blonde unsatisfied. The disc heated her hormones.
He started with a tongue-searching kiss. A gratified purr reflected her contentment. That exquisite ass filled his hands again. He ground his swollen member into her soft, furry nest. Those blue pupils sparkled. The bottom of her lip trembled.
Janine appeared ready to take him.
He guided the tip of his cock to her sopping entrance. Pressing against that damp crevice, he discerned her willingness. Her cunt prepared to swallow his bonelike thing.
Janine moaned as he settled into her warm, damp space. Her pussy widened, adjusting to him. Her sodden folds moistly brushed his tunneling member.
His Adam's apple jerked in response to that embraceable heat. He hugged himself to her delicious nudity. Those huge boobs buffered him, the nipples stabbing. Weight propelled his descent. He let gravity carry him to her spongy bottom. Wet cunt covered him, inch by inch. The hotness of her juicy pulp permeated his core.
Janine reeled with joy. Jon opened her like no other man. He reached far into her snatch, occupying room that had never been taken. She swung her hips at him, capturing that dick to its very stem.
Jon made it his business to abundantly supply her gratification. He watched his long dick swoop between those cunt lips, then drip with her love dew when in reverse. She moaned when he fully installed himself. Her lips rounded, then aired a prolonged gasp.
"Yes." She swiveled her hips to consume him. Her pussy itched for his whole cock. She did not understand her insatiable craving, yet went about fulfilling it. She jammed that hard thing to capacity. The friction appeased the pangs of hunger. She moved faster, greasing his cock. Pleasure branched to her every vessel.
Janine's eyes grew moist, her breathing irregular. He slid in and out of that slick receptacle, taking advantage of its stimulating clasp. He drilled those sodden folds, listening to them catch his taut skin.
Jon superimposed Vanessa's face over Janine's panting expression. That illusion made him fuck harder. He plunged into that sodden hole, sending the sum of his excitement. Janine sobbed from his rougher pace. She ran her nails up and down his back, encouraging that increased tempo. In his mind, Vanessa was receiving his furious boner.
"Yeah," she moaned under him. She met his thrusts, low and fast. Those nails raked his damp backside. They centered over his ass, then held to him. Blinking rapidly, she squeaked, "I'm going to cum."
He grabbed a handful of her ass, then sliced into that saturated mound.
"Yeah," she whimpered, with nails scratching. The flames of rapture danced through her body, licking at her toes. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna cum, gonna cum so hard."
Sweat dribbled from his temple as he fucked that voracious cunt. He rammed her until the light blazed in her eyes. Her exhalation turned into high-pitched squeals. Salty drops collected, then fell from those distended nipples, splattering him. He charged into that saturated pussy, gasping.
Janine went wild. She wept with joy, contracting around his stiff cock. He enjoyed its ferocious squeeze. She had nearly triggered his orgasm when he heard the front door to the apartment open.
"Janine?" Vanessa's familiar voice called. "Are you home?"
Jon froze. He resisted the tempting pull of Janine's snatch. Those quivering lips nearly siphoned his cum. He disengaged himself from her seizure-ridden snatch. His cock was sticky, painfully erect.
Janine began to moan from the void his big dick left. His hand clamped her mouth. Not wanting to attract attention, he muffled her sobs.
"Janine?" Vanessa asked. He discerned the sound of shuffled packages. "Janine?"
For a brief moment, Jon considered putting his cunt-saturated cock into Vanessa. Glistening from Janine's abundant juices, it twitched. That, however, entailed use of the metal disc. He rejected the thought of attaching it on Vanessa.
Footsteps sounded behind Janine's door. He anticipated Vanessa's approach. She continued walking, transporting shopping bags. "Janine, are you sleeping?" she asked without entering the room.
Janine roused from her orgasmic stupor. The sound of Vanessa's voice jarred her. Keeping her mouth clamped, Jon reattached the disc to her forehead. Instantly, her eyes closed. The electronic impulses again began probing her brain.
Jon hopped to his feet and dressed. There wasn't time to find any of the F.U.R. gadgets he'd seen. He kept an eye on the door, then looked to Janine. She silently writhed on the bed, subjected to a fresh onslaught of computerized signals.
Jon did not want Vanessa to see him. He calculated his escape through the window. The building had a fairly wide ledge, enabling his flight. Quietly, he opened it. The curtains rustled in the breeze, the night beckoning him.
He took the disc off Janine before slipping out of her room. By the time her disorientation ended, he'd be long gone. Hastily, he shoved it in his pants.
As Jon's long legs negotiated the window sill, the metal disc fell from his pocket. He never looked behind.
Meanwhile, Vanessa poured herself a glass of wine in the kitchen and leisurely strolled to Janine's room. She had noticed the door closed and wondered if the girl was napping.
A chill swept over her. The window was opened a crack. Janine groaned on the bed. Vanessa thought her position unusual. The arrangement of her limbs, her state of undress, her disheveled appearance made Vanessa curious.
Vanessa sat beside her. The girl looked thoroughly bewildered. "Are you okay?"
Janine, rubbing her eyes, nodded.
Vanessa sensed something was wrong. Janine's dazed manner and the unlocked window amounted to foul play.
From the corner of her eye, she caught the flash of metal. A shiny disc laid on the floor. Vanessa knelt to examine it. She had never seen anything so peculiar. It had weight and glitter.
She showed it to Janine. "What is this?"
Janine, looking dumbfounded, shrugged.
Vanessa squinted at it. "I'm going to bring it to the lab and have it analyzed."